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His little brother is a naive innocent. There are certain differences in those words too– a naivete can be as sweet and trusting as his brother, but it could also be an unpleasant, unbearable fool, and whereas most innocents are about as gentle and curious as him, they tend to reveal an ugly callousness that comes with this trait. But Claude has none of these deficiencies, these flaws of human nature. Joseph is neither, and his own classifications are an entirely different subject whatsoever. He is lecherous, knowing, cunning and jaded, hedonistic and bordering on sadistic. Yet, these often only make themselves known for the life of his Claude.
His Claude, his legs squirming around his waist, his arms tight around his neck as Joseph lavishes a thousand kisses on his adorable face and cute neck. His cheeks are so soft and puffy, hot too, in his feverish desire. He moans, “big brother, s- stop…” but his own grip on Joseph does not relent. Joseph has a feeling that this is not to be let go but to hold even tighter, to stop teasing him so he can get to the main attraction. He has different plans though, and just chuckles at his protests. “Jos- mmh!”
Joseph chews his lower lip between gentle teeth and sucks on his little tongue. It’s reddish pink, like his complexion right now. Moving one hand to cup his soft jaw, he kisses him with but a fraction of how far his love can go. The flavor of his darling brother’s mouth explodes in his own salivating maws, with the cookies and milk that he was generously fed by Joseph, smiling and telling Claude that he could have an extra snack time before bed today, really, just because he was such a good boy; and of course, the taste of artificial strawberries in his bunny-patterned cup hid the sugar of deception enough that the boy didn’t question it for a second. Now everywhere, he blooms pink with lust and sweet need.
Parting wetly, he places a kiss on his chin, just to be safe. “It’s big brother, baby…” He pinches his cheek, very, very gently.
Claude stares at him with his huge, glittering eyes. Instinctively Joseph pulls the both of themselves up, sitting on the bed, and takes a moment to admire just how cutely his white curls bounce and sway with each movement. Yes, this he did himself as well. With utmost care to not harm a strand on his head, watching in the mirror as Claude hummed and skimmed over his favorite book one more time whilst Joseph tended to his beautiful appearance as always. With Joseph as his older brother, even the meekest, most timid little lamb should be aware of his own beauty, no?
His small hands grasp at his shirt when Joseph tries to dislodge him. He’s so eager, it’s cute, but he must be careful– he takes one frail wrist and snakes his hand to interlace with little fingers encased in lacy white things that could be called gloves. Stroking his palm, Joseph soothes his poor, distressed baby brother, slowly easing his hands into his lap, caressing his pinkened knuckles and kissing his tears stuck like pearls under his eyes away. “There, there, my darling,” he coos, as Claude lets out a small whine. He squirms again, and he naively grinds against Joseph’s knee, finding little success but also a little satisfaction. More whining, little puppy. “Oh, my dear, don’t be so naughty…”
It takes some coaxing, as Joseph doesn’t want to hurt him, to make him get on his knees. He worries that the soft carpet might cool his tender legs, but Claude is so hot that there shouldn’t be any problems in the short term, or so he hopes– he is scantily dressed, if that could be called dress at all, his little white nightgown that barely even reaches his hips, revealing a soft expanse of his soft white tummy and the tiny bow atop the waistband of his equally pure panties.
White is the universal color of purity, and therefore it is simply the most suited color to his angel. His halo of white curls, glossy and soft are tantalizing in its innocence, complementing perfectly the cute noises he lets out through quivering pink lipstick already smudged around his mouth. He can almost see his labored breathing, unable to regulate his own needs. “Big brother…” he begs, his head resting on his thigh as he weakly paws at his legs. “I’m so hot– please, it hurts a little… down there. What did you do to me…?”
No matter how innocent he truly is, it can’t erase the amount of times he’s indulged his older brother’s filthy desires. His body is pure, though only in appearance. Joseph knows, as he rubs the small of his back, lifting the small lingerie dress to touch his satin skin, that inside his petit body curls the residual of his brother.
“I didn’t do anything to you, my dear,” he lies smoothly, unbuckling his belt with easy hands as Claude’s wide and needy eyes flicker from his face to his crotch with the same sort of curiosity, guilty, shameful but as determined as all innocent things are. “My baby, you just missed me, didn’t you?”
Deep down, Claude isn’t stupid, even this simple-minded creature is aware that his brother had done something, he just doesn’t know what or how exactly, but it’s clear from how he took the time to wash him up as usual and then went to extra step to curl his hair, do it in a cute ribbon, put on a new little dress and new stockings with lipstick as the finishing touch, all before bedtime and before giving him a treat. But, it all becomes hazy and unimportant as his body throbs with need. This happens more often than he’d like. Usually when his brother touches him, or when he’s left alone too long.
Still, the boy nods and Joseph rewards him with a happy smile that narrows his eyes further and what he wants. Standing stiff, just as needy as his Claude. There was no need to kiss and grope him to become hard enough, merely thinking about his beloved Claude, seeing and smelling his sweet, clean scent and touching his tender flesh is enough to have him tenting his pants. He just loves him that much. And now to see him squirm and fidget to start mouthing his erection with his tainted lipstick and small hands? How his collarbones peek out underneath his chin, Joseph can’t help but moan as soon as his flesh touches the wetness of Claude’s mouth.
He doesn’t have to tell him to do anything, his Claude knows exactly what to do. Even if it’s clumsy, he swallows the length to the best of his abilities, the small cavity barely able to take in more than half of it. So eager, when usually the boy is too shy to not start without gentle licks and kisses to ease himself into it.
“Does that taste good?”
Joseph asks, his fingers rubbing behind his ear, stroking his hair behind it. Claude makes no proper response but a moan in the back of his throat that reverberates across his spine and makes him clench his jaw. He sits up on his knees, raising his hips that won’t stop slightly moving, tense and wracked by desire so that he can angle himself properly. He’s so small, too, and the way he struggles, squirms between his legs, his tiny hands trying to hold the base of his dick properly whilst fidgeting with need all makes it even more enticing. He wants his little brother so badly, he wants to make him cry more from those lovesick, hazy blue eyes that are hooded with his jumbled mind.
“Mmm… mmh!”
That’s all Claude can say, or the noise he can muster. That pretty whine trembles with his tears. He doesn’t want to part from his big brother’s thick length that he’s craving inside himself again and again, Joseph can tell from the tears that stream down his cheeks, even wetter due to the way he tries his best to deepthroat him whilst gagging every so often. But that’s fine. He looks so adorable. “Hhgh-” and then he can’t help but lift his head, dislodging him from his throat and sobbing, all his drooling plastered across his chin and sticking to Joseph himself. “Ahh, big brother…!”
“Shh, it’s okay, my darling…” He moves his hand from his hair to his face, thumbing away more of his spilling flood of tears. His brother is sobbing earnestly, his narrow shoulders shaking and his mouth open as he all but wails. “You’re doing so well, don’t rush yourself.” He says, but in truth he enjoys this too, his pretty little angel debasing himself as if there is no tomorrow, making himself gag because he is still not accustomed to it. Usually, Joseph is the one in charge while Claude just holds onto his legs and whimpers softly as his throat is eased open, his mouth generously prodded and commanded. “Come on, give it another try, alright?”
Below words, with a sniffle, Claude nods, wipes his eyes with his arm and leans down again. This time, he gives Joseph’s throbbing shaft a tentative kiss before trying it again. He bobs his head up and down now, trying to do what is usually asked of him. Of course, he is a gentle and lovely creature, Joseph would be unforgivable to always subject him to rough throatfucking, although it certainly happens enough for Joseph to be satisfied enough. He likes doing everything with Claude, from his adorable face, his hot mouth and his soft cunt that’s leaking and dripping right now with manipulated desire.
“There you go, my sweet Claude…” Joseph praises, his fingers raking through his scalp with a bit more force than before, his hand stroking through the bouncy white curls to grab a handful of his lovely hair and hold it, just holding it so that with each movement his brother feels the strength of his hand barely flexing, how easily it can turn punishing for him. Claude raises hips off his feet, one of his own small hands finding his own leg and squeezing before placing over the lacy panties barely covering his hips. “Make big brother feel good, mm?”
His reddened lips glisten as he slurps and slobbers about the length of his cock, and Joseph watches with glee that when he begins to secrete precum from the tip, Claude whines louder and desperately begins to suck on the head. He wants his come already, so much so that he suckles for the preceding fluid like a baby, his hands shaking, his eyes still as wet and dripping as his cunt that's darkened with dampness at his lingerie panties.
“Does my baby want his big brother's special milk?” Joseph coos, grinning wide as he pushes his little head down. Oh, it does feel wonderful to have the head of his dick serviced so loyally, but he wants more, too. Claude muffles a gag– he can't stop crying, he probably hasn't stopped crying for a moment, all he can do is gaze up at him pitifully, his wide eyes hooded and full of clean, pure tears of need and lust. Joseph stuffs his cute, puffy cheek with cock, watching the adorable image become even more exciting, this little cherub becoming utterly whorish. “My sweet angel wants to drink cum, I see~”
He would never be this kind, this loving with anyone else. Not another person in the world could bring a smile to Joseph's face in the office let alone in the bedroom. But right now, his burning cheeks nearly ache. “Come on, almost there, try a bit harder.” Claude is naturally rather clumsy, and in his haste his teeth graze over the hypersensitive skin, but knowing it's the cute ivory teeth of his brother turns even that feeling lovely. “Ah- mm, Claude-!
Joseph throws his head back, clenching his jaw hard. All of his adorable brother's clumsy ministrations are simply exquisite, even if his technique is rather unskilled and blunt, gagging and sputtering far too often as he slurps and sucks with his mouth trembling, because simply it is his beloved Claude. Claude's soft skin, pink lips, wet tongue and red throat. His sweet noises as he cries, his narrow hips almost bouncing on his heels as he tries to make his brother finish in his mouth. And with all his hard work, he gets his reward just as he deserves.
Joseph makes sure to grip his hair tightly, so that he doesn't miss a drop. After all, he knows Claude loves his taste too, he is being so considerate to his darling boy. Thus, pushing his head down until he's hilted to the last inch, Joseph sighs and relieves himself into the boy's gullet.
Sometimes, he prefers to do it outside; all over Claude's shy little face, or his flat, cute chest that he occasionally peruses too. Anywhere he likes. He lets out a breathy laugh and a sigh of relief before finally pulling Claude's head off his cock, savoring how his length slides out of his tight throat slowly and pops free onto his thigh. “Good boy…” he praises, utterly captivated first by the shape of his wide eyes as Claude bites his ruined lip as hard as he can. He must be trying his best to control himself, to not burst into incoherent sobs again as his delicate cunt had been throbbing this whole time without mercy. “Let me see, baby, did you swallow it all up?”
Claude parts those painted lips reddened further by abuse and sticks out his tongue. Joseph hooks a long finger inside, tilts his face side to side to adore even the inside of his mouth, as much as he admires every other part of his sweet brother. The thick white fluid clings to the ceiling of his mouth, yet Joseph does not comment on it- his little Claude can enjoy it later. He must be eager to, the way he still lets out his pitiful moans of an animal wounded and betrayed as Joseph grabs his pretty, feverish body and pulls him onto his lap.
“There you are, my lovely little angel.” He positions his hand between his trembling thighs, drawn instantly to the soaked patch of his lacy panties. “I think I might have to buy you a new one, you've almost ruined it.” Joseph grins, giving his puffy cunt a circling rub. Claude shakes his head, his face scarlet. “What's the matter, sweetheart?”
“I… I don't want a new one…”
Joseph presses a kiss to his cheek. There is no need for Claude to speak anymore, nor capability, as he whines and moans with his hips jerking up the second his older brother commits to giving him the friction he was denied for so long. Gorging his little throat on dick though, had stimulated him more than Joseph expected, a pleasant surprise as his fingers slide in near effortlessly into the hole he's become so familiar with.